#boy group imagine

[pentagonieslut]

fifty-fifty

you're my fifty-fifty.

WARNING THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN INCLUDED INTO THE STORY WHICH CONSISTS OF: drinking, partying, name calling, derogatory statement, entertaining a club patron, attempted forced sex, fighting, cursing, night club worker, attacking a female, psycho guest, unmentioned yet shown action of attempted krilling.

black thorn and this story; fifty-fifty will be released on both wattpad and here so for more updates on the stories or to have a consistent read for both stories and more from my new vault, follow me @pentagonieslut here if you're new or not already and @ptggang on wattpad. without further ado, here's chapter one!

zen was running around, taking the trash out and loading stuff into her car that she was going to take to the donation center. once she finished, she slammed the trunk of her car shut and sighed, leaning against it with a smile. "i did it within the time limit too." she said to herself as she stood back up and made her way back to her apartment.

walking back to her apartment, zen caught herself as she almost tripped over the small bump in the carpet in the hallway. checking to see if her heel broke, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, blinking quickly at doha who only smirked slightly. "be careful, you tripping can be a scary moment for me."

laughing she looked at him in amusement. "scary? tripping is only accidental." zen replied as she continued walking to her apartment. hearing doha call to her she shook her head. "only because you're considered 'princess' here." entering her apartment zen laughed to herself. she didn't realize that there were actually zero females here like everyone had said. she really was the only one.

after getting on her appropiate jeans and a hoodie, she made sure she had everything and made her way down to her car. zen was lost in her thoughts of what she wanted to eat and the fastest route to the donation center would be. "have a good day, doha." she said quickly as she ducked under his arm with the planks he was carrying, hearing his songful goodbye.

not paying attention to where she was going, she felt a hand smack her forehead quickly and a hiss left her lips as she dropped and rubbed her forehead quickly, a soft whine leaving her lips as she glanced up. "oh, sorry.." she said as she composed herself. "muzin..right?" she asked as the male nodded. "yeah, nice to finally meet you, princess."

coughing, she shook her head quickly. "please..don't call me that. i hated it when doha told me it and i hate it when you say it." muzin laughed and nodded, a grin on his face. "so, where are you going?"

"to get some food, i'm hungry. i also need to drop some stuff off at the donation center. oh- i'm going to be late!" she shrieked as she said a quick goodbye and ran down, jumping into her car and speeding off to beat the traffic and make it before the donation times were over.

zen had made it on time and successfully donated everything, heading to pick up the thai food she had ordered. she had sat in her car in the parking lot of the restaurant, eating her lunch in silence as she watched the other cars pull into the parking lot and the people who had gotten out of their cars.

"welcome back, princess." hangyul had said to zen as she entered the elevator and smiled at the older. "thank you." her face becoming stern as she turned to him with crossed arms. "is that what all you boys have settled on?" not sparing a glance at her and humming in thought, hangyul nodded. "the whole building agreed. our floor especially." shaking her head and giving up, she stepped out the elevator once it made it to their floor, beelining for her apartment to escape the nickname. she couldn't get used to it.

once safe from the nickname in her apartment, she had settled onto the couch and turned the tv on, snacking on her pringles as she watched the drama.

looking away from the tv and out the window, she had noticed the dark outside. "alexa, what time is it?" zen asked as alexa responded. "good evening, zen. it is 9:59 PM."

gasping in shock, zen got up and closed the blinds for her windows, keeping time check as she rushed to get ready. she had forgotten she had picked up a shift and made sure her thighs didn't eat her shorts as she decided to forgo the ability to take her time and enjoy her time before work.

snatching her bag and dashing out, she saw the elevator on the second floor and groaned in anger. yanking open the door to the stairs, she sprinted down and jumped down the last flight of stairs, not bothering to greet the security officer who always swung by.

"hello princess.." bit trailed off as zen dashed past him and ran to get the taxi she had saw almost pass by.

making it on time, zen smiled and grabbed a tray, serving the first round of drinks to the VIP corner. gracefully setting down the tray and placing the drinks on the table, she introduced herself to the few people sitting down, telling them to ask for her to anyone walking by or to come up and personally ask for her to assist them.

as the VIP guests were doing fine, she moved to serve another table, greeting the male who only smiled back. "not going to join the dancefloor?" you had asked as the male only shook his head. "no, thank you though. i prefer to watch from here and see who i can possibly take home." nodding her head in understanding, zen pulled her black light flashlight out and waved it in the air. "mind if i check your hand? to see if you're old enough for alcohol."

holding his hand out, zen shined the light on the back of his hand and nodded. "what would you like to drink?" the male thought for a second and smiled. "a private room with you and a 42zombie." laughing zen shrugged. "i don't know about the first part but i do know about the second part. i'll go have your drink made." zen walked off and yelled to the bartender to make her ordered drink. while she waited, the house mom appeared and placed a hand on zen's shoulder. "you have been requested for a private room. go ahead and take his drink and go. i'll have someone else take care of the VIP for you." nodding, zen took the drink and made her way to the room number she was told, entering after knocking gently and giving a soft smile.

"here's your drink, sir." zen said playfully as the male took the drink with a smile. "thank you. you can call me allen. you're zen, right?" he asked as the female nodded. "at your service." she said as allen only chuckled.

"you know, i rarely get a private room at this club. the girls here are never that interesting. i hate it. but, seeing some of them be absolute whores makes me want to just show them what a whore they truly are." allen said nonchalantly as zen had a small feeling of weird creep up on her. "sex fiend, huh?" she replied as the other shrugged. "maybe. i think i just love being a hard dom." nodding, zen giggled softly and crossed her legs as she stared at the man across from her. she tilted her head to the side. "how's the drink?"

allen hummed in approval at it and the night went on as the two talked. more and more, zen became weirded out at allen's statements. she didn't know if she wanted to fully listen to him talk about how he fantasized about having a female chained and used as his fleshlight. she became even more creeped out at his mention of how she was just so pretty and could have her insides stuffed with cotton and put on display in a museum..a private museum.

happy her shift was over, zen decided a walk to clear her mind of the slight creepiness of allen would be good. little did she know that allen would follow her and start bugging her. "allen, please leave me alone. i just want to go home in peace." she had groaned out as the male only grinned. "you can go home with me, we can have a great night and maybe even get to know each other more." a sudden image of what allen's dungeon might look like sent chills down her spine as she shook her head.

allen's face had changed and he pushed her into the alley, slamming her against the wall. gritting his teeth, he glared at her in anger. "why? you have someone at home? you looked at me and paid attention to me!" he yelled at her as she tried pushing him away. "allen, it's apart of my job. i technically don't even have any reason to be in a private room except to serve. the dancers are the ones who keep you company." zen replied calmly as allen shook his head. "no. you do belong in a private room. that means my bedroom. being my pretty doll." moving quickly, allen had turned zen around and bite her neck, causing her to hiss as she felt the hickey being formed.

allen had tried to shove himself inside zen who fought back and kicked him in his stomach, starting to run back to the apartment complex with the tipsy, crazed male chasing after her. "leave me alone allen!" she yelled over her shoulder as she continued sprinting, not even looking back.

as she tripped once again just as she made it into the main area of the building, she had tripped and took a second to get up, screaming at the sudden sight of allen sitting on top of her and attempting to hold her down.

fighting to the best of her ability, she yelled again and blocked each time he tried to get his hands around her neck, which he finally succeeded, zen still struggling. remembering what she had learned from her dad, she bucked her hips up and flipped him off of her, struggling to get up as she coughed from all the yelling she had done.

allen grabbed her leg and yanked her back to him, a shriek leaving her lips as she screamed again. "what do you want from me, allen?!" glaring at her, he roared at her. "you home with me!" a shocked sound left her lips as she looked at him as if he was crazy. "no, fuck off!" she yelled back as allen got angrier.

bracing herself for what was about to happen, zen closed her eyes after she had crawled closer to where the elevators were, to help make her escape a bit easier.

she felt a stinging pain and opened her eyes to see a knife stabbed into her thigh. seeing allen's dark look as he towered above her scared her, a large gulp following her increasingly rapid heartbeat.

[kaciebello]

Pictures I posted...

Mattheo Riddle

Masterlist Social media masterlist ☀ synopsis: in which the boys do their own take on a trend that shows how he tried to confess to his crush over various Instagram stories genre: one shot smau, fake texts, fluff, warnings: fem pronouns, fluff everywhere

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[wordsarelife]

—gorgeous

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: being in love with your best friend might be a bad idea, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol might be your worst one yet

warnings: underage drinking, partying, no usage of y/n, a few suggestive remarks

notes: this is my official entry for the hogmarch challenge of @thatdammchickennugget using prompt 2: “are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?”

the night was rushing fast away in front of your eyes, easy chatter, at the start of the party, quickly turning into drunken singing and shouting along to the music that was drowning out everything else.

the dim blue light that was shining through the ravenclaw common room did it‘s best to worsen the drunken state many of your classmates were in.

mattheo was sitting on a couch, wearing his usual cool demeanour and being surrounded by his friends. they were known for getting a bit drunk, but never making an embarrassment out of themselves through loud singing or obnoxious dancing.

and normally you were known for sitting right next to them and doing the same.

even though it was dark, you could see mattheo's head turn and his eyes searching the crowd for you. you had excused yourself to get something to drink. that had been over ten minutes ago and you were really debating to just go to bed.

the night had turned out differently than you had expected and you weren't really in the mood to act like it hadn't.

"someone is looking for you" a voice behind you said and you turned around startled.

"harry" you said relieved when you recognized the boy.

it wasn't like the two of you were friends, after all you were coming from vastly different groups, but since a project in astronomy you had become acquaintances, sometimes sharing a few nice words at parties.

"why are you standing here all alone? why aren't you with your friends?"

"why aren't you?" you shot back, making harry quirk an eyebrow.

"well played" he complimented and smiled "i was trying to get away from dean and ginny making out"

"ouch" it wasn't really a well known fact that harry fancied ginny, but you had noticed it right away a few parties ago and he had been able to read you well enough to know that you had known.

"it's alright" he shrugged "i just don't want to sit next to it"

"who would?" you asked sarcastically as you eyes fell on the couple, hungrily making out on the couch, successfully pushing seamus off.

it seemed that a few people felt way too comfortable in the ravenclaw common room.

"oi, it's no fun with these two" seamus complained, sympathetically hitting harry's shoulder on the way to the table with the drinks.

"back to you" harry grinned, seemingly uncomfortable with talking about his secret crush on ginny weasley more than necessary "why are you avoiding riddle? i thought you two were the best of friends"

"i'm not avoiding him" you said defensively, taking a big gulp from the vodka in your cup to prevent yourself from saying any more.

harry took a moment to study your facial expression, before he sighed in a tone that almost made you tear up "oh"

"no" you shook your head "no 'oh', stop looking at me like that, potter"

harry laughed dryly "too late" he shrugged "so, being the best of friends is your actual problem, huh?"

you didn't answer his question, but took another sip from the cup. immediately regretting it.

harry cringed "if you continue drinking at that rate you won't be able to speak a coherent sentence in a few minutes"

"maybe i don't want to speak coherent sentences anymore"

"so we're already at the point of drowning our sorrows in alcohol?" he raised his cup and took a sip "no, you're right, it doesn't look like you're unluckily in love with riddle at all"

you sighed "okay, fine, you're obviously smarter than you look" you rolled your eyes.

"well, ouch" harry said offended, but you could see a hint of mischief in his eyes. "am i allowed to join your little club of self-pity?"

"sure" you nodded "the more the merrier i guess"

"there's no better way to spend a party than drown yourself in self-pity with the girl you're kind of on good terms with"

"yeah, totally" you grinned "but i think if we continue talking at that rate we will be able to call each other friends in an hour"

"deal" harry laughed, before he grabbed the bottle of vodka on the table behind you, filling both your own and his cup back up. he put the bottle back and held his cup in your direction "to unrequited love" he said dramatically.

you grimaced, but raised your cup to clink against his. "to unrequited love" you toasted "and unexpected friendships" you added.

"yeah that too" he smiled before you both took a big sip from your cups.

"vodka is fucking disgusting" you complained and harry nodded, making a face that would allow the assumption that he had been thinking the same thing.

"at least it does the trick"

you and harry spend the next hour recklessly sipping vodka, while you were telling each other ridiculous stories. the vodka had a quicker effect than either of you had thought, making the both of you dance and refer to each other as friends sooner than you had predicted.

just as 'dancing queen' began to play and you were twirling on the dancefloor, did you notice the empty spot on the couch occupied by your friends. there was only one of them missing. before it could really register in your brain who exactly was missing, a voice rang out next to you.

"make room, potter" you and harry both turned around, looking surprised at the arrival of mattheo riddle.

"matty" you laughed after the few seconds it had taken you to recognize your best friend.

mattheo's arm darted to the side, catching you before you could fall to the ground. you had made the attempt to hug him, missing his body by a few feet. you had been closer to hugging cormac mclaggen who was standing off to the side.

"there you are" mattheo noted, gently taking your cup out of your hand, sniffing the contents and grimacing at the strong sent of vodka, mixed with a bit of orange juice.

"do you want some?" you slurred, grinning up at the boy, who's arm was still holding you steady.

"how many of these has she had?" mattheo asked harry, thinking he would be a little less wasted than you.

"like thirty-four thousand?" harry answered before him and you broke into simultaneous laughter.

"had to have been a lot" mattheo muttered, noticing the way you were laughing with the chosen one, gripping his arm, like you were old friends.

he let go of you, taking harry's cup as well, emptying the both into the bucket under the table with the drinks. he came back right in time to witness you saying goodbye to harry with a dramatic hug, kissing both his cheeks and lastly his forehead.

"yeah, that's enough" mattheo said, dragging your body back against his when he noticed you going in to plant more kisses on harry's face. he looked bad enough, the red lipstick you were wearing leaving marks all over his face.

harry smiled before he waved at you and turned around, stumbling through the crowd of students probably in search of his redheaded best friend.

mattheo rolled his eyes. "you're absolutely wasted, darling"

you turned around to look at him and unconsciously bring a bit of space between the both of you "is it that obvious?" you asked.

mattheo watched with a smirk, how you tried to balance yourself out, to just be able to stand. your arm ended up stabilizing your own hip and you almost fell full on to the side, when you moved your leg.

"not really" mattheo grinned "come on, baby" he softly gripped your waist on either side, guiding you in the direction of your friends. you closed your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder, letting him walk you through the room willingly.

"have i ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"i am?" he asked laughing.

"so gorgeous that it hurts"

"you're flattering me" he smiled, nudging your arm. "but maybe you should concentrate more on walking in the right direction"

he was right. it was taking you way too long to cross the room, thanks to your inability to still walk in a straight line, even with his help.

"hey" mattheo greeted, making the eyes of his friends turn on him. "i'm bringing her to bed"

"already?" enzo asked skeptically, checking his watch "it's only two a.m."

"hey guys!" you greeted when your eyes snapped open. you bend forward, plastering a kiss onto enzo’s cheek. "how the party you doing? good? good!" you smiled, nodding as your eyes fell closed, as you leaned back onto mattheo again.

"what?" theo laughed at your slurred words that had not made the slightest bit of sense.

"yeah, i get it now" enzo nodded understandingly, trying to rub your lipstick off his cheek.

"she's only been gone for an hour" blaise said unbelievingly "how did she get that drunk?"

"she's had approximately like more than a thousand vodka-o's according to potter" mattheo chuckled.

"potter?" draco repeated disgustingly "what has she been doing with potter?"

"harry and i are best friends" you gushed, giving draco an angry look. he rolled his eyes in annoyance, but without questioning your answer.

"let's not get ahead of ourselves, love" mattheo argued, a bit of jealousy in his voice.

"you don't have to be jealous" you softly touched his cheek "you know i love you more than anyone, honey"

blaise let out a loud whistling noise "seems likes she's your girl after all, riddle"

"oh shut up" mattheo said at the same time as you said "of course"

"better bring her to bed now" theo advised and you could feel mattheo nod next to you.

"i'll be back in a few minutes" mattheo promised, as he softly turned you around to be able to walk you in the direction of the door.

"no he won't" you slurred, turning your head in the direction your friends, gripping mattheo's neck and winking at them.

enzo hollored and theo laughed, while blaise repeated the whisteling.

"cheers to that" even draco was amused about you, as he raised his cup in your direction.

"i'll be back" mattheo assured again, pushing you forward.

"no you won't" theo shook his head, smirking as he watched his friend roll his eyes and gently guide you through the crowd.

"how about a shot of tequila?" you suggested to mattheo, perfectly awake again. there was no hint of the tiredness that had consumed your body only a few minutes ago.

maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the sound of a familiar voice indicating the beginning of the song 'whatta man' by salt-n-pepa, which was now booming through the boxes.

"no, no more alcohol" mattheo shook his head, suddenly being the kind of responsible he had never seen himself to become.

"oh my god!" you gushed when you finally reconized the song "that's my favorite song! let us dance, matty!"

he was distracted by two hufflepuff boys almost running into him, when you saw the perfect opportunity to escape his hold. stupidly enough, that was the only thing you could see, as you had promptly gotten lost in the crowd of people.

mattheo was at your side only a second after, making you realize that you had in fact just turned around, without moving more than a feet away from him.

"if you don't come with me on your own accord, i'll have to carry you" mattheo warned.

you giggled, clasping your hands around his biceps "let us dance" you pleaded, completely ignoring what he had said.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows, still waiting for you to reply to what he had said, but you were busy watching a few ravenclaws and hufflepuffs downing shots. "or we could down some shots" you mumbled.

mattheo took that as answer enough, clasping one of his hands around your forearm and the other around your leg, as he bend down to throw you over his shoulder.

"matty" you protested, as he began to walk you out of the common room. you gave up arguing and continued to sing along to the chorus of 'whatta man' as mattheo walked you both through the crowd of people.

as soon as the door to the ravenclaw common room fell close behind the two of you, you slumped down on mattheo's shoulder, the tiredness hitting you immediately.

"do you want to walk on your own now, baby?" mattheo asked, but he could feel you shake your head. "can you use you words?" he was growing a bit concerned at your sudden mood shift, trying to make sure that you were still somewhat alright.

"no" you pouted "i don't want to use my words"

"you just did"

"i never let a man tell me what to do" you slurred and mattheo had to chuckle.

"clearly" he muttered under his breath.

he walked through the halls of the castle quickly, making sure that you wouldn't be discovered by one of the teachers. you would probably kill him if one of them saw you like this. you never really got that drunk often, so it was on mattheo to make sure that no one found out about it now.

he should've searched for you immediately after you hadn't come back. he shouldn't have waited an hour. but he was scared of annoying you. you were always together and he had taken your absence as a sign for you needing some space.

if he could, he would follow you around all the time, preferably holding your hand while doing so. maybe in another universe you would want him to do that.

"when are we there?" you asked, your hand wandering across his shoulder, before it finally found it's place in his hair, gripping it tightly.

"any second now" mattheo was trying to make sure not to shake your body too much, as he quickly walked down the steps to the dungeon. he wouldn't want you to throw up. "do you feel sick, sweetheart?"

"no" you muttered "i just want to sleep"

"i know, i know" mattheo patted the back of your leg "we're almost at the door"

he hadn't lied. it only took a few more seconds, before he whispered the password and the door to the slytherin common room opened, revealing the familiar green lighting as he walked you both inside. he crossed the room, climbing the stairs to your dorm.

he took his time to set you down on your bed, making sure that no quick movement could make you feel uncomfortable. he unfolded your blanket, spreading it across your body.

he was ready to leave the room, before you called him back.

"matty" you cried and he perked up, walking back to the bed. you threw the blanket to the side dramatically, revealing your trousers and shirt. "i can't sleep like this"

"oh" mattheo said dumbfounded "do you want me to take them off?" he asked slowly, gripping the waistband of your trousers.

"are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?" you giggled at the joke with your eyes still closed.

"you're really that drunk" mattheo answered, rolling his eyes at your unseriousness "and it's not funny"

"it's a bit funny" you opened your eyes and giggled at his facial expression "why are you so serious, matty?"

"i should've kept an eye on you" he answered "you don't like to be drunk"

"i can make my own decisions" you argued, crossing your arms.

"obviously" mattheo nodded "should i take them off?" he repeated his question from earlier, but the tone of his voice made you sober up immediately, well at least a bit.

"are you really angry at me right now?" you asked surprised.

"i had to leave the party to bring you to bed"

"that's not the reason you're angry" you said, knowing him well enough to see through his lie.

"okay, fine" he sat down on the bed and you sat up, drawing your knees to your chest and hugging them with your arms. "maybe i'm a bit angry that you would rather spend your evening getting drunk with potter than speaking to me"

"matty"

"no, it's fine" he shook his head "i shouldn't be angry about how you choose to spend your time. goodnight" he stood up from the bed, walking to the door quickly, so voice rang out before he was able to twist the doorknob.

"can you please just stay?" you asked and he turned around in surprise.

"what?"

"maybe i chose to spend time with harry, but i'm choosing to spend the night with you. isn't that more important?"

"that's not how it works"

"okay, fine" you said, tired of arguing "do you want to know the truth? spending time with you is super hard while i'm madly in love with you" even though you were a bit more sober than before, he could still recognize the drunkness in your voice, especially because you were never that bold.

"madly in love with me, huh?" mattheo repeated surprised, his signature smirk immediately replacing the frown on his face.

“it’s embarrassing, i know” you buried your face in your hands, hiding your rosy cheeks from his eyes. he softly took your hands in his, freeing your face of them.

"don't hide from me" he smiled "and it’s not embarrassing, because the truth is, that i'm madly in love with you too"

you smiled up at him. “can you kiss me then?” he smiled at your question, but shook his head.

“no more kisses tonight” he muttered, softly stroking your hair “we can do that tomorrow, as often as you want to, when you’re sober again”

“okay” you nodded.

he gently helped you to exchange your trousers for pyjama bottoms, before he took of his shirt and climbed into bed next to you. you cuddled close to his chest, your hair tickling him whenever you moved.

"blaise was right" you said finally "i'm your girl after all"

"you always were" mattheo whispered back, softly kissing your forehead, before the both of you fell asleep, holding onto each other.

[almondcroissantsandink]

i've been hearing some very disconcerting things from my friend jonathan. that is, when i hear from him.

[edwinisms]

i get such a sense of primal envy when looking at edwin’s clothes up close because god you can just tell his coat is real wool and made to last and not cheap flimsy mass produced garbage and auggagghhhh that was just STANDARD in his time. by no means am i saying i was #borninthewronggeneration because i like having vaccines and household appliances but. man. to have a personally-tailored coat like that that’d last for years and years……. and fabrics of fine thread-dense quality………. if only

[chaer-yeons]

➳　 　.　 　♡　 　so 　whenever , you 　ask　me 　again

(⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)　 　.　 　★　 　how 　i 　feel

[m00nbap]

📞 - who is this? ...

我會讓你發瘋的 ， 親愛的 !

[chlelexr]

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who shows up early to spend a bit time with you.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who leaves chocolates in your room with a little note on them while you were out.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who calls you at night because while falling asleep he couldn't stop thinking about you.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who can't take his eyes off you whenever you spend time with their group.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who secretly gives you his hoodies.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who walks you home late at night after your classes cause your brother is busy to pick you up.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki that intertwines your pinkies while no one watching.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who has found a secret place where you can share kisses until you're tired.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who learned to cook your comfort dish.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who rizzing you up to make you smile.

!brother’s!bestfriend! Maki who make sure your hands are always warm.

[kcake555]

Wonho cake 🍰

[sunshyni]

𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 | 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓓𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

✮⋆˙ summary - você é o segredinho de Doyoung

w.c | 0.9k

take a note ***** | eu não tinha escutado esse álbum da Normani ainda e decidi escutar hoje. “All yours” me fez pensar no Dodo loiro e em “Uma Linda Mulher”, especificamente aquela cena do piano que me deixa meio desorientada toda vez que revejo 😭

✮⋆˙ warnings - a protagonista é 7 anos mais jovem que o Dodo, portanto ela tem 21 aninhos, levemente sugestivo e acredito que seja só isso!!

boa leitura, docinhos!! 💋

Você e Doyoung haviam acabado de voltar de um evento da marca de luxo da qual ele era embaixador global, a Dolce & Gabbana. Estavam hospedados em um hotel sofisticado que você jamais teria conhecido se não fosse por ele. Costumava brincar dizendo que Doyoung era seu sugar daddy por causa da diferença de idade de 7 anos, e ele sempre ria, meio envergonhado, o que fazia você querer beijá-lo sem parar, atendendo a todos os seus desejos. Naturalmente, ninguém sabia da relação de vocês. Se viam ocasionalmente, quando as agendas coincidiam e você podia deixar de lado sua rotina tranquila para embarcar na primeira classe e encontrá-lo.

Você não sabia onde Doyoung estava; ele não subiu para o quarto com você. Por isso, ele não viu quando você trocou o vestido dourado elegante, da cor da sua pele, que ele tanto adorava, beijava e tocava em todas as partes. Você deixou à mostra a lingerie delicada com cinta-liga e se observou uma última vez no espelho, parecendo uma atriz de Hollywood com o cabelo ondulado e os lábios realçados pelo batom vermelho. Cobriu-se com o roupão do hotel, calçou as pantufas de Doyoung e saiu para procurá-lo.

Seu sexto sentido dizia que ele estaria no salão de festas do hotel, amplo e luxuoso. Quando você entrou, fechando a porta atrás de si, Doyoung estava lá, sozinho. Parecia que ele tinha reservado o espaço apenas para si, sem nenhum funcionário por perto.

Mas ele não estava completamente só, se você considerasse a música suave que ele tocava no piano refinado.

Você se aproximou devagar por trás, admirando-o naquele colete que realçava sua cintura esbelta. Cobriu os olhos dele, e Doyoung sorriu, interrompendo a melodia e baixando suas mãos para beijar as palmas com carinho. Você se apoiou no piano ao lado dele, que estava sentado no banquinho, e ele imediatamente puxou você pela cintura, posicionando-a entre ele e o piano. Seu olhar era atento e cheio de desejo.

— Tô me sentindo a Julia Roberts em “Uma Linda Mulher” — você comentou, referindo-se a toda a situação. Doyoung abriu um sorriso radiante. — A diferença de idade, o fato de você ser tão gostoso quanto o Richard Gere...

— E o fato de você ser tão linda quanto a Julia Roberts — ele completou, fazendo você sorrir. Você se inclinou ligeiramente para lhe dar um beijo rápido, e ele ergueu o queixo, olhando para você como um cachorrinho ansioso por carinho.

— Trouxe um presente pra você — disse você. Doyoung olhou ao redor, procurando o presente sobre o piano, mas não encontrou nada, então fez uma expressão confusa.

— Está bem na sua frente, amor. Desfaz o laço.

Ele desviou o olhar do seu rosto para o laço do roupão e sorriu, com as bochechas coradas, fosse pela bebida de mais cedo ou pela forma como você sempre conseguia deixá-lo sem fôlego. Ele respirou fundo ao tocar a faixa do roupão, desfazendo-a devagar, observando seu nervosismo no leve tremor do seu lábio inferior. Quando finalmente desfez o laço, afastou as laterais do roupão, mas não o retirou do seu corpo, admirando as suas curvas, os seios pequenos que preenchiam o sutiã de renda, e as mãos dele que ficavam tão bem ali.

— É tudo meu? — ele perguntou, inocentemente, beijando seu abdômen, subindo um pouco para beijar o espaço entre seus seios, sua clavícula e seu pescoço. Logo, ele estava de pé, pressionando seu corpo contra o piano, e as teclas emitiram uma sequência de notas descoordenadas, mas nenhum dos dois ligou. Doyoung a ergueu levemente, colocando-a sobre a superfície brilhante do piano, e começou a beijar seu corpo como se estivesse obcecado, suas mãos passeavam pelo seu quadril, enquanto seus dedos se enroscavam na sua nuca com uma certa possessividade, ou seguravam suas coxas, aproximando-a mais dele.

— Me pergunta isso como se já não soubesse — você disse, sem fôlego. Doyoung ainda não tinha tirado o roupão completamente, mas ele mal cobria seus braços agora, com o restante do seu corpo já tomado pelo toque dele. Ele parecia especialmente fascinado pela cinta-liga, como se aquela peça delicada e sutil conseguisse torná-la ainda mais irresistível, o deixando à beira da loucura.

Ele se afastou de você com um sorriso travesso, tirando o colete. Você não esperava que ele fosse se despir, mas lá estava ele, todo atencioso.

— Deita aí e me lembra o que eu esqueci — Doyoung a empurrou suavemente para trás. O contraste do seu corpo quente com a superfície fria do piano não era suficiente para equilibrar sua temperatura, ainda mais quando ele separou suas pernas e começou a beijá-la no seu ponto mais sensível, por cima da lingerie de renda e transparente.

Seu corpo relaxou instantaneamente, e ainda mais quando ele provocou com beijos na parte interna da sua coxa. De alguma forma, ele a puxou de volta para a posição sentada, e você envolveu o pescoço dele com seu braço, enquanto ele subia a mão por seu corpo, acariciando seu seio suavemente, sentindo o arrepio de seu ápice.

Por Doyoung, ele prolongaria as preliminares com você por toda a madrugada.

— Me diz, vai — ele pediu, os olhos focados nos seus, as pupilas dilatadas, tão escuras quanto jabuticabas. Você sorriu, em êxtase, arranhando levemente o abdômen dele.

— É tudo seu, só seu.

notinha da Sun | nem acredito que fui eu quem escreveu isso KKKK

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[cococharm]

hii I noticed that you write for psychic fever and I was wondering if you could write headcannons for tsurugi like how he would treat his s/o and how he would be as a bf?

(If not it’s okay!!)

(I’m sorry if it’s worded poorly my English isn’t the best😭!!)

Boyfriend Psychic Fever

Pairing: boyfriend!pschic fever x reader Genre: fluff, romance Warnings: this is really long. (15-20 bullets for each member) Characters: 11576  Summary: Things the members would do in a relationship with their s/o. AN: I decided to do all member instead of just one so it’s a little different from the request. Thank you for requesting this, I hope you like it! I apologize in advance if they are OOC. I'm sorry it's taken so long!!!

✧.*: TSURUGI

❒ Acts of service, He loves doing little things for his s/o. He often massages you during your period. ❒ He loves to cook for them and often makes meals mixed with Japanese and (your culture) cuisine. ❒ On a day in, they enjoy watching movies, cooking together and playing games. ❒ However, they prefer getaways like beach vacations or visiting scenic locations. ❒ Tsurugi believes in grand gestures and small, meaningful moment, always finding ways to express his love romantically. ❒ "You are the calm in my chaos." ❒ He loves his s/o's eyes, finding them expressive and captivating. He spends hours just looking into them. ❒ They have matching tattoos behind their right ear. ❒ He prefers moderate PDA, like holding hands or quick kisses on the cheek. ❒ Tsurugi is more protective, always looking out for his partner and ensuring their well-being. He would step in immediately if they were in danger or uncomfortable. ❒ Definitely has papa bear vibes, he is a big giant teddy bear. ❒ He loves to big spoon, holding his s/o close as they fall asleep. When alone, he tends to sleep on his side, hugging a pillow. ❒ They enjoy going for walks and having deep conversations. ❒ Tsurugi is saved as "My Cowboy" in his s/o's phone, while he has them saved as "My muse." ❒ After tours, they celebrate Tsurugi return by having small dates and him giving his s/o small gifts. ❒ Tsurugi is often surprised by his s/o's spontaneous surprises, like weekend getaways or surprise visits to his work. ❒ He loves it when his s/o encourages and supports him, attending events, or showing genuine interest in his music. ❒ Unexpected compliments and sweet, spontaneous gestures from his s/o makes him blush. ❒ When he realized he was in love, he became more attentive and affectionate, always finding ways to express his feeling through actions and words. ❒ Tsurugi says 'I love you' regularly, especially in intimate moments or when he feels it's important to remind his s/o of his feelings.

✧.*: RYOGA

❒ Physical touch, He always need to be close, whether its holding hands, hugging, or a simple touch on the shoulder. ❒ He loves his s/o's ability to make him feel at ease and understood. ❒ On a day in, they enjoy cuddling on the couch, watching movies, and cooking together. ❒ "In your arms, I have found my home." ❒ Whenever he can't sleep he messages you. ❒ Ryoga loves his s/o's smile, finding it incredibly captivating. It's contagious and brightens his day. ❒ He can't help but smile when he sees you. ❒ They have matching rings, engraved with each other's initials. ❒ He loves PDA, often holding hands, hugging, and stealing kisses in public. ❒ They often go to the park, where they sit and talk for hours. ❒ Ryoga loves to cuddle by wrapping his arms around his partner, often spooning. Without his s/o, he still clings to their pillow or blanket for comfort. ❒ He enjoys long walks and dancing together in the living room. ❒ Ryoga is wrapped around his s/o's finger. If you call him to hang out he tries to find time around his schedule. ❒ He is saved as "My World" in his s/o's phone, while he has them saved as "My Sunshine." ❒ He constantly stares at his s/o. He can't help but gaze at them. ❒ Ryoga enjoys playful teasing, often using it as a way to bond and make his s/o laugh. ❒ He is whipped, from the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you to the way he can't shut up about you.

✧.*: REN

❒ Words of affirmation, He constantly reassures his s/o of his love and appreciation through heartfelt words. He often writes sweet notes for his s/o. ❒ Ren enjoys cooking and often prepares comforting meals with a homey feel. ❒ They enjoy playing video games, binge-watching their favorite shows, and trying out new recipes together. ❒ They love adventurous trips like road trips, camping, and exploring cities. ❒ "Adventure awaits, but together, it's even better." ❒ Ren loves his s/o's personality, particularly their sense of humor. They enjoy every laugh and joke they share. ❒ They have matching hoodies with fun designs that they wear on casual outings. ❒ Ren is quite comfortable with PDA, often holding hands, hugging, and giving kisses in public. ❒ Ren is more protective, always looking out for his partner and making sure they're safe. ❒ He loves to cuddle, usually lying on his back with his partner snuggled into his side. When alone, he tends to spread out, taking up the whole bed. ❒ He enjoys spontaneous adventures and trying out new activities with his partner. ❒ Ren is saved as "Fun Guy" in his s/o's phone, while he has them saved as "Adventure Buddy." ❒ Ren gives fun, creative gifts that reflect their shared interests. He loves receiving surprise gifts that show his s/o has been paying attention to things he likes. ❒ He's often surprised by his s/o's spontaneous plans and unexpected romantic gestures. ❒ He loves when his s/o joins in on his jokes and teases back, making their reactions playful. ❒ He stares at them frequently, especially when they are doing something they love. He loves seeing them happy and in their element. ❒ He is a hopeless romantic, always coming up with new ways to show his love and makes his s/o feel special. ❒ Ren enjoys being loved, finding comfort and inspiration in the affection he receives from his s/o.

✧.*: JIMMY

❒ Quality time, He cherishes every moment spent together. ❒ Jimmy is headstrong, but he has a soft spot for his s/o. He'll eventually give in to their wishes, espeially if it makes them happy. ❒ Jimmy can be romantic in his own way. ❒ Playful teasing and affectionate gestures from his s/o makes him blush. ❒ He's comfortable with PDA, enjoying the opportunity to show his affection openly and proudly. Often showing this through playful touches and kisses. ❒ Jimmy isn't much of a cook, but he loves ordering takeout and having fun learning how to cook with his s/o. ❒ Jimmy expresses his love through playful teasing, witty banter, and spontaneous gestures. ❒ On a day in, they enjoy watching comedies and having karaoke sessions. ❒ They love going on fun, activity-filled trips like theme parks, arcades, and escape rooms. ❒ "Together, we find joy in the little things." ❒ Jimmy loves his s/o's laugh. It's music to his ears and he can't get enough of it. ❒ He wraps his arms around your waist and stops his head over your shoulder. ❒ They have matching grills with each other's initials. ❒ When it's raining, he holds the umbrella, often making jokes about being the "protector" before pulling his s/o close. ❒ He loves to cuddle in a tangled mess of limbs, enjoying the closeness. When alone, he sleeps sprawled out, taking up most of the bed. ❒ Jimmy is saved as "Trouble Maker" in his s/o's phone, while he has them saved as "Partner in Crime." ❒ Jimmy celebrates coming back after tour with an over-the-top welcome, complete with jokes, hugs, and a planned surprise date. ❒ He's often surprised by his s/o's ability to out-tease him or come up with clever pranks.

✧.*: KOKORO

❒ Gift giving, He loves finding thoughtful gifts that show how well he knows his s/o. ❒ Kokoro loves to cook and often prepares traditional Japanese meals, putting great care into each dish to make sure it's perfect. ❒ He loves his s/o's compassion and the way they make him feel understood. ❒ On a day in, they enjoy reading together, having long, meaningful conversations. ❒ They prefer peaceful, relaxing vacations like hot spring retreats or visiting quiet countryside locations. ❒ "In your arms, I've found peace" ❒ Kokoro loves his s/o's hands, finding them comforting and warm. He's always holding them and marveling at their warmth and beauty. ❒ They have matching keychains that Kokoro bought as a symbol of their relationship. ❒ Kokoro is reserved with PDA, preferring subtle touches and occasional handholding in public. ❒ He loves gentle cuddles, often holding his partner close with their head on his chest. When alone, he sleeps neatly on his side. ❒ Kokoro is saved as "My Calm" in his s/o's phone, while he has them saved as "My Heart." ❒ He loves it when his s/o listens attentively and shows genuine interest in his thoughts and feelings. ❒ He is very giving and would go to great lengths for his s/o, rarely able to say no to their request. ❒ He's protective in a caring way, always making sure his s/o feels loved and secure. ❒ When shopping together, he holds shopping bags for you. In clothing departments he holds clothes you pick out in his free hand. ❒ He finds beauty in their every move and expression. ❒ He enjoys giving compliments, especially focusing on his s/o's inner beauty and their impact on his life. ❒ 3AM Dates with him.

✧.*: RYUSHIN

❒ Physical touch, He's always close with a hand on his s/o's back or their fingers intertwined. ❒ Ryushin can be stubborn, but his s/o's happiness is his top priority. ❒ He is very romantic, often expressing his love through meaningful actions and words. ❒ He enjoys loving his s/o, finding purpose and joy in making them feel special and cared for. ❒ He likes using your hair and skin care products. ❒ Deep, intimate conversations and heartfelt conversations from his s/o makes him blush. ❒ Ryushin enjoys cooking and often experiments with different cuisines and learning to make your culture's national dishes. ❒ On a day in, they enjoy dancing around the living room and playing video games together. ❒ "Together, we can conquer any adventure." ❒ Ryushin loves his s/o's voice, whether it's their laugh, whispers, or just hearing them talk about their day. ❒ They have matching bracelets from a local market they visited together. ❒ He is very into PDA, often holding hands, giving hugs, and sharing quick kisses in public. ❒ He loves to cuddle in a tight embrace, often holding his partner close. When alone, he sleeps sprawled out. ❒ He is saved as "My Baby" in his s/o's phone, while he has them saved as "My Rock." ❒ He gives exciting and thoughtful gifts that reflect their shared experiences. He loves receiving personalized gifts that shows his a/o's thoughtfulness.

✧.*: WEESA

❒ quality time, He values every moment spent together, making sure they're meaningful and memorable. ❒ Weesa loves his s/o's kindness and empathy. ❒ He expresses his love through quality time, gentle touches, and thoughtful gestures like preparing their favorite meals. ❒ They prefer quiet, nature-filled getaways like retreats in the mountains, beach vacations, or staying in a cozy cabin. ❒ "In you, I've found my balance." ❒ Weesa loves his s/o's heart. He admires their kindness, compassion, and the way they care for others. ❒ They have matching necklaces with a small, meaningful pendant. ❒ Weesa is reserved with PDA, preferring subtle touches like holding hands or a gentle kiss on the cheek. ❒ Their usual date spot is a charming cafe where they enjoy quiet afternoon togethers. ❒ They love building Legos with each other. ❒ Weesa is saved as "My Hubby" in his s/o's phone, while he has them saved as "My Light." ❒ He is often surprised by his s/o's spontaneous acts of kindness and creativity in expressing their love. ❒ He sees his s/o as his greatest supporter and the person who believes in him unconditionally. ❒ He's always there to support and defend his s/o without being overbearing. ❒ Weesa is incredibly romantic, always thinking of new ways to show his love and make his s/o feel special. ❒ He enjoys being loved, finding strength and comfort in the affection and support of his s/o. ❒ When he realized he's in love, he becomes more attentive and dedicated, always looking for new ways to deepen their connection and show his affection.

[kaciebello]

Random texts with bf!Mattheo Riddle

Masterlist Social media masterlist ☀ Mattheo Riddle x reader Summary: just random texts from Mattheo Warnings: none Authors note: Haiya! I always wanted to try this type of thing so here is my attempt. I will definitely do one like this for all the boys, but if you have any prompt you wanna see all of them react to, don't hesitate and ask! Hope you like this a little bit! ‪♡

Tag list: @imobsessedwitholiviarodrigo , @klimovatereza-blog , @lafrone ,@enfppuff , @rafegfs , @frogtape , @lovelyygirl8 , @catiwinky, @anyam444 , @leeleecats , @ghostgardn , @reverse-soe , @ultramarinetovelvet , @iwishigotswallowed , @jazz-berry , @justatadbonkers , @partnerincrime0 , @schaebickel , @bunnyhopsstuff , @deluluassapocalypse , @adreamingpendulum

[wordsarelife]

—august

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo chose you and still you wonder why he even broke up with his ex in the first place

warnings: feeling like the wrong choice, insecure reader, angst but fluff ending

notes: i just wrote a little drabble since i already had a planned fic ready for lacy, i hope you still like it!

her hair was flowing effortlessly over her shoulders, caressing her back like it was some sort of clothing. she looked effortlessly pretty in general, soft pink lips and warm brown eyes reflecting the light of the sun when she would walk through the courtyard.

and the worst thing about her? she was nice. simply put. you couldn’t even manage to hate her, because next to being beautiful, she had a charming personality, a great sense of humor and friends everywhere she went.

you had understood if she had hated you. you, the new girlfriend of her first great love. but she didn’t and that made it impossibly worse.

“hey, y/n” she had greeted one morning, a smile plastered on her face and happiness reflecting in her eyes. “theo mentioned that you had some problems regarding the divination essay” she said and added, before you were able to retort something: “i finished mine a few days ago and thought it might help you to read over it. it was indeed a very hard task, i struggled too”

“oh” you had said, dumbfounded, and stared at the pieces of parchment she was holding in your direction. “thank you, aurora”

“no problem” she grinned. “and rory is fine, all my friends call me that”

she had left in a hurry, having to return books to the library, and you spent your time looking after her in awe, surprise and insecurity flooding your features.

it was beyond you why mattheo had decided to break up with her. aurora turner was simply perfect and you certainly weren’t.

"what's going on in there, huh?" mattheo slipped into the space beside you, touching your head with one of his fingers softly.

"oh, nothing" you quickly excused, taking your eyes off of aurora and looking to the book in front of you. "this reading for muggle studies is just taking up my brain"

"romeo and juliet?" mattheo questioned, studying the leatherbound book.

"yeah" you sighed. "the english is kinda off"

"i know" he shrugged, turning the book around in his hands and opening it to a random page.

"you know?" you repeated, trying not to laugh. "i never as much saw you look at a book before"

"i liked this one" he smiled.

your smirk died down. "oh, i didn't know that" you tried to find his eyes. "why did you never mention it? i would've read it sooner then"

"it's not a big deal, that was ages ago" he paused, unsure if it was okay to finish the sentence, but you urged him on, nodding repeatedly so he would continue. "rory liked it"

"oh" you said plainly, before you realized that your reaction was all the more telling of your inner jealousy and insecurity about his old relationship. "i mean cool"

"y/n" mattheo muttered, laying the book down in front of you. "it really doesn't matter. we don't even have to mention it again"

"i don't want you to feel like you can't tell me something, just because you experienced it with your ex" you smiled, but it was costing you all your strength. "you can talk about the past, it doesn't bother me"

"that's clearly a lie" mattheo saw through you completely. "you shouldn't have to hide your feelings to make me feel better"

you sighed, realising that it was to no use to lie to him. "sorry, i just—" you shook your head "i don't even know why you decided to break up with her in the first place and i think i'm scared that you'll realize that at one point too"

mattheo looked at you with a soft smile, his gaze searching your eyes as if trying to convey everything he felt with just that look. "y/n, i'm gonna be honest. it’s not that rory wasn’t great," he began, his tone gentle. "she is a really good person, and there was nothing wrong with her. but that doesn’t mean she was the right person for me."

you blinked, trying to process his words as he continued.

"i realized that being with someone just because they seem perfect on the surface doesn’t mean it’s the right fit. we just didn’t connect in the way i needed. with you..." he hesitated, as if searching for the right words, "...it’s different. you make me feel understood. you get me in a way that no one else does."

you looked at him with so much admiration that he had to look down, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

"look" he said, when he was able to look in your eyes again. "dating rory was like constantly standing on a pedestal and people expecting me to be something different than i was. that didn't feel right, and it shouldn't. but being with you feels like coming home after a long day, realizing that there's someone in my corner even if no one else likes me for who i am and not for who they see in me"

"i didn't know you felt like that" you muttered, ashamed that you had possibly made him uncomfortable.

"i don't, not anymore" he smiled. "not since i met you. because i don't care about the others. i just care about us, you and me"

"i love you" you said as he kissed your cheek, pulling you closer by your waist.

"i love you" mattheo mumbled against your mouth. "don't ever think you're worth less than her, just because you're not her. if anything that's what makes you more special to me"

you nodded, teary-eyed, as he pushed his lips forward to meet yours. your hands toyed with the hem of his curls as he deepend the kiss.

after that day you never questioned mattheo's choice again. and you could see that both him and rory held a lot of respect for each other. but both were not even interested in anything deeper. mattheo never looked up when he heard her voice anywhere. rory never came to the tree you had often seen them kissing at, back when they had been together.

you realized that being enough for mattheo had never meant being perfect—it had only ever meant being yourself.

[lilizsky]

★ Wonbin ( riize ) lockscreens

[turtleblogatlast]

Sometimes I wonder if Leo’s instant latching onto Señor Hueso is due to the fact that Hueso is an older adult man (specifically a father at that) who, while fed up with Leo a lot of the time, still deigns to give him a modicum of attention.

Considering Leo’s a Leo, he craves that attention from a father figure, even if said attention isn’t positive. As long as he’s acknowledged, that’s enough for him, since he’s already used to being his own biggest (and often only) fan as is.

Luckily, Hueso does come around and (reluctantly) forms a connection with Leo as well, but again, I have to wonder if Leo picked out Hueso for a reason.

[woniluv]

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